I'm nothing special.
I'm a combination of everybody i have ever known. Just so glamorous, in that heart-broken, shattered spirit, dead-on-the-inside kind of way.
I eat poems for breakfast and put my hands over my face and listen to what they tell me.
I wish I could just sit on the beach and drink wine all day; but I don't have that much wine.
These days I care too much and eat too little.
I drink coffee like water. I never know what to say.
I still don't know how i get out of bed half the time.
It's not pretty, or endearing.
My heart is ugly, but it could be all yours.
»caffeine & nicotine addict
» Digital Media Designer & ArtistJust the same fucking decaying organic matter like everybody else. So are you.This site uses Google Analytics
Someone has been stalking me from quite afar >_ó
No tears for the creatures of the night.
An idle talk is all your craft
A nothing in the flood of guilt and mediocrity
And still your trace is blood
What you once loved you will destroy
What once went up comes down…
In the endless deep from eternal sleep I rise
Someone broke the seal and now I’m to reveal, but is it wise?
When the ocean’s roar washes to the shore, you see
In my hungry arms its my love that harms eternally
woops I made some gifs :’3
Oh, also here, have this one.
I actually wanted to put it on my art-blog worked into a header but the sheer coding of the template I was using gave me a headache (and almost had my lazy ass code a template myself)… so this has to wait for a while.
//toddles off for some more batman episodes and gaming